Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

I Also Leveled Up Now! (1)

At the foot of a mountain just a short distance from Scotaskia, there was a nice smoke-free, two-story building in an open space blocked by forests.

It was the new accommodation of Han-bin’s group.

Originally, High Templars set it up so they could perform quietly, but the church gave them the whole place.

Standing at the training ground, Ryu Han-bin picked up the sword Gigant.

He then tilted his head for a few moments.

“Didn’t you say you’d introduce me to someone who would teach me Aura?”

Leon Hart shrugged his shoulders.

“Isn’t he in front of you?”

Han-bin felt a little embarrassed.

Currently, there were three Templars with Han-bin and Leon Hart in the training yard.

[Race: Human Swordsman lv. 77]

[Race: Human Fighter Lv. 73]

[Race: Human Magic Swordsman Lv. 79]

It was true that all three of them were quite talented, but they weren’t that illustrious from Ryu Han-bin’s perspective.

‘You’re telling me to learn from them? One of them isn’t an Aura user, but a Magic Swordsman.’

Leon Hart shook his head.

“Not them.”

He pointed to his chest.

It was as if he was telling Han-bin that he was the one who’d teach Han-bin how to use Aura.

Ryu han-bin felt confused.

“What are you talking about? You’re a Spiritist.”

“To be precise, I’m a Spiritual boxer.”

Leon Hart was the first Spiritual Boxer in Latna.

He had long mastered how to change the spiritual arts specializing in healing, assistance, and long-ranged attacks into close-combat skills.

He fought more like an Aura user and a Magic Swordsman combined.

“Magic is not much different from spiritual arts in form.”

To change Prana into Aura or Force, he first needed a truly deep understanding of them.

As a result, he understood them better than any ordinary Aura users or Magic Swordsmen did.

“I’m the one who taught High Templars about it. All three of them are like my students.”

A woman in her early 30s among the High Templars clicked her tongue.

“To be precise, you wanted to study Aura and Force, and you used us to experiment on those energies. We were only taught as part of the process, right?”

Two other men of similar age shook their heads.

“Even so, Leon Hart is still our teacher.”

“I can’t disparage that grace.”

Ryu Han-bin frowned as if he didn’t believe it.

“You’re not an Aura user, but you taught them Aura?”

Leon Hart responded right away.

“Didn’t miss Effir, the Magic Swordsman, gave you advice on how to operate Aura?”

“Oh, that’s true.”

“And on equal grounds, a blockhead can be a better teacher than a genius.”

The more trial-and-error activities he performed, the more familiar he would be in correcting his student’s behavior.

“Well, it’s a problem because the blockhead can’t go up to a level similar to a genius.”

Leon Hart was a genius, but he was not an Aura user or a Magic Swordsman.

He had to study and apply Aura and Force through numerous experiments.

He had penetrated deeper and closer than just a simple blockhead and eventually achieved a level enough to receive the Goddesses’ blessing.

“I’m pretty confident in teaching others what I know.”

Leon Hart boasted with a playful look.

Leon Hart had been teaching the High Templars for more than a decade by that time.

No matter how much he looked like a young man in his 20s, he was actually in his mid-40s.

The Templars agreed with him.

“I’m sure Leon Hart is the best teacher.”

“We know our teacher the best.”

However, the female Templar ruined the mood.

“He’s the worst teacher for a Spiritist, though.”

Leon Hart, as a Spiritist, was a genius.

And geniuses usually couldn’t teach someone else.

They usually explained it like:

-You understand this way and do it that way! It’s easy.

“He has always answered, ‘Why don’t you know that?'”

Ryu Han-bin nodded casually.

“Oh, I’ve heard that a lot.”

That was what Effir used to say.

“Reina, are you sure you can’t stand it without saying a word?”

“Who would want to empty the main mountain that long? Everyone was so worried about Leon Hart!”

“I’m sorry.”

Regardless, there seemed to be no doubt that Leon Hart was an excellent teacher.

Ryu Han-bin narrowed his eyes at them.

“… But, with that effort, if you had just mastered spiritual skills like everyone else, you could have become a higher-level Spiritist.”

‘That’s great, but does it feel like you’ve done something you’d regret?’

Surprisingly, Leon Hart did not deny it.

“I’ve been thinking about that a lot, but isn’t that what life is supposed to be like? Once you choose a path, it’s hard to go back. I believe this is the right way to go, and I have to see it to the end.”

He clapped his hands to change the atmosphere.

“Come on, come on! Let’s stop chatting. First, limit the Aura and compete with them in order. The first is Grand, you first.”

The Templar, called Grand, pulled out a sword and stepped forward.

Ryu Han-bin also moved to the opposite side.

Instead of looking at the opponent and taking a combat posture, he asked.

“What should I focus on in this sparring?”

The opponent’s level was too low in developing his skills through sparring.

He thought there had to be another purpose for it.

“You have to fight moderately. With your level difference, you won’t be able to learn anything.”

“Then why am I doing it?”

Leon Hart grinned at Han-bin, who didn’t understand.

“Because I have to evaluate you. If you learn everything about someone you’ve only fought once, wouldn’t you be a fraud, not a master?”

* * *

Their Blade Aura and Magic Swordsmanship techniques collided in the air.

The third opponent, Reina, groaned as she bounced back.

“Ugh!”

Ryu Han-bin pulled his sword up.

She was already sweaty, and her breathing was rough.

She was so exhausted she could no longer fight.

Barely lifting herself up, Reina gave a bow.

“Thank you for your lesson.”

Han-bin also nodded politely.

“Thank you. It was good training.”

Unlike her, Ryu Han-bin didn’t even drop a sweat.

He never felt tired, even though he fought three people in a row.

In the first place, their physical strengths and endurances were different.

Looking around, Han-bin asked.

“What do you think?”

Leon Hart nodded after letting Reina back down.

“I see what the problem is.”

Leon Hart watched Ryu Han-bin, who wielded his Gigant, and the Mana flow carefully.

He also checked the fighting method and physical strength usage of Han-bin.

Thanks to that, he also got some pretty accurate information about Han-bin’s status.

“For now, the balance between your body and the Aura itself is pretty good.”

A formidable amount of Aura was contained by a formidable vessel.

Ryu Han-bin’s body was strong enough to handle even the Aura explosion caused by absorbing the Sacred Heart.

“If I look at the balance, you are good.”

However, there was still something wrong with him.

“The problem is that you only recognize Aura as a martial art.”

Aura skills and Magic Swordsmanship were a combination of physical and mental activities.

“But you can’t harmonize with it because you are only approaching the Aura with a martial sense. That’s why there’s a gap in the middle.”

So far, he always pushed forward with such overwhelming force that the gap he had was temporarily removed.

However, if he met someone actually powerful, his life would be in a huge predicament.

Ryu Han-bin nodded at Leon Hart’s words.

He then found himself wondering.

“Yeah, isn’t that the same thing with swordsmanship?”

Maxbrid Martial Arts taught how to swing swords through the harmony of the body and the mind.

“Which is why I’m utilizing Aura like I’m swinging a sword. Is that what you meant?

Leon Hart clicked his tongue.

“Not at all. You have Aura now. Do you think that you can only swing it around and cut the enemy?”

“Since there’s a sword, shouldn’t I just swing that sword to cut the enemy?”

“When you swing a sword, do you think before you move your arms, tighten your hold, and then use that sword to cut your enemies?”

Han-bin blinked his eyes.

When he thought of it, it no longer felt right.

“It’s hard to understand…”

Leon Hart burst out laughing.

“There’s nothing to worry about. It’s normal to feel that way right now.”

The young Valtara warrior was stronger than him in terms of pure potential and strength.

Nevertheless, he had the same problems as those he had taught.

‘No, you’re not a Valtara warrior, are you? It’s confusing, Hmm.’

Still, it wasn’t difficult to fix it because it was a problem that he had already experienced before.

“Make it your priority to make the amplified Aura completely your own.”

Leon Hart made a speech while making plans for the future.

“After that, I’ll help you harmonize your body and your spirit.”

* * *

It had been five days since Han-bin and his party stayed in Scotaskia.

On the fifth day, Ryu Han-bin came into the training camp early in the morning and yelled out.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

He wasn’t venting out his frustration.

Through shouting, he was raising his Aura as much as possible.

Boom!

His red flames raged ferociously.

The floor was split apart, causing debris to splash in all directions.

It was as if dozens of chimeras were spreading their wings of destruction.

Han-bin clenched his teeth.

“Ugh!”

His skin cracked, and blood began to flow.

The body collapsed after pulling up Aura above his level of control.

That was Leon Hart’s proposed method to ‘master Aura Amplification.’

Originally, Han-bin used a method of drawing only a portion of the amplified Aura into his flow as he learned from Artis and Effir.

But Leon Hart denied the trick.

“That’s what weak kids do.”

If Effir and Artis tried to digest excessively absorbed energy all at once, their body would explode.

But what if it was Ryu Han-bin?

“What makes a good-natured man so timidly squeal?”

A man with a strong stomach could eat a whole cup and digest it!

“More! Conjure more!”

Leon Hart yelled from the sidelines.

Ryu Han-bin groaned with bloodshot eyes.

“Hey, I think this is my limit…”

He got scared.

He thought his body would collapse right away.

He was already exhausted and drained.

But Leon Hart didn’t allow him to stop.

“Don’t limit yourself!”

It was not a grit theory, such as ‘trust yourself’ or ‘go beyond the limits.’

“Native humans are generous to themselves and cruel to others! You think it’s a limit, but there’s plenty of room!”

The limits he set were meaningless!

The only thing that could set the limits was someone who didn’t feel good about their bodies or minds.

“I am the one who sets my limits!”

“Wait, wait a minute…”

It sounded plausible yet also ridiculous.

Han-bin frowned in the flames of Aura.

“Isn’t this going to kill me?”

“That amount of Aura would usually kill anyone.”

“Huh?”

“But you’re not going to die. Your physical abilities are incredibly good. I envy you.”

While practicing, they could acquire skills.

No matter how dull he was, he would improve in time.

However, their physiques were different.

It didn’t increase no matter how hard he worked on it.

“Don’t believe in your judgment! What are you going to do with judgment when you’re physically fit and don’t have much talent?”

Leon Hart made a boastful remark, repeating a cheeky sound.

“I am a gifted genius! Trust my judgment! You still have time! Get your Aura out!”

“Wow!”

‘Well, he’s a real jerk!’

He gritted his teeth and pushed onwards.

It was worth it since it seemed like there was a lot of room.

What if he didn’t say anything stupid?

Of course, being able to endure it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

Ryu Han-bin’s desperate cry echoed over the blue sky.